[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo
I never f- Wayne, I never f- Drake
On my life, man, f- sake
If I did, I'd ménage with 'em
And let 'em eat my a- like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate
I don't duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a setup
For a punchline on duct tape
Wo-wo-wo-worried 'bout if my butt fake
Worry 'bout y'all ziggen, us straight
Th-these girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, sit up straight
I don't give a f- if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5
Is my idea of a update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
Big bitties, big butt too
Uff-Uff with them real ziggen
Who don't tell ziggen what they up to
Had to show b- where the top is
Ri-ring finger where the rock is
The-these h- couldn't test me
Even if their name was Pop Quiz
Bad b- who I f- with
Ma-ma-mad z- we don't f- with
I don't f- with them chickens
Unless they last name is Cutlet
Let it soak in
Like seasoning
And tell them, tell them blow me
Lance Stephenson
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b- in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
Nothing but real n- only, bad b- only
Rich n- only, independent-pendents only
Boss n- only, thick b- only
I got my real n- here by my side, only

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I never f- Nicki 'cause she got a man
But when that's over, then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought, "G- damn, this is the perfect time"
We had just come from that video
You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt, but I was still staring at the t- though
Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key
I been peeped that you like me, you know?
Who the f- you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this sh- quietly
I mean, she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW
Yeah, type that wanna s- you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
A- on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh! Yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor f- with you
The NBA players f- with you
The bad-ass b- doing makeup and hair f- with you, oh
That's 'cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna f-
Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it
Pinkprint
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Drake]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (Ayy)
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b- in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
Nothing but real n- only, bad b- only
Rich n- only, independent-pendents only
Boss n- only, thick b- only
I got my real n- here by my side, only

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I never f- Nick' and that's f- up
If I did f-, she'd be f- up
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
'Cause she act like she need d- in her life
That's another story, I'm no story-teller
I p- greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a b- up if she waved
They bet' not f- with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? Take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got two h- with me, masked up, they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms
This sh- is crazy, my ni-
I mean brazy, my
Look at that money talk, I just rephrase it, my n-
Blood gang, take the "b" off behavior, my money
For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
I mean "pop-pop-pop," then I take off
Now you, now you see me, now you, now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles
Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully with seventeen bullets
My story is how I went from "poor me"
To "please pour me a drink and celebrate with me"
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Lil Wayne]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b- in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
Young Mula, baby!
Nothing but real b- only, bad b- only
Rich n- only, independent-pendents only
Boss n- only, thick b- only
I got my real n- here by my side, only